My Third Life

“Touching you touching me,” remember that ABBA song? or (professional hugger for hire) This is the blog I worked on and finished before my golfing

“Is it okay if I touch you?” he said. In my head, I’m thinking “ooooh baby touch me as much as you want” and I

“it’ll be fun,” they said… I think I should get a trophy for lobbing the biggest chunk of grass out of hole whatever, on the

One week today since I traveled that road from hell. It was tough and made me think about my own mortality. I know I’m getting

Hmmm… I wonder if I should turn left here as I pass the Alsask Saskatchewan turnoff.  The next sign says Oyen and that is familiar,

My cup does not runneth over.. Not only does my cup not runneth over but I’m having trouble keeping anything in it some days.  It’s

Thanksgiving and The Circle of Life.. Well, here it is thanksgiving. I was all set to order Chinese food.. that’s what I kept telling myself

Black squirrels everywhere The contrast of the dark squirrels to the green open spaces in the parks made them look black. This may seem trivial

Not brave.. just free A friend made a comment to me about how brave I was in my writing. I usually let these comments slide,

Just one more sleep before I jet off to the Center of the Universe. This is how one of my writer friends describes Toronto, the